Rain

I hear the rain falling in the night

Pounding on the roof; I get a fright

But quickly it is a joyous thing

Constant rhythms comforting.

It sounds fresh; a gift so free

From Zeus, rain god mythology

A meeting p’rhaps of others too

Who bring the rain for me and you.

There’s Chaac, to whom the Mayans pray

He strikes the clouds; there’s no dismay

Indra’s the one I know the best

Hindu legends stand the test.

Forget not Frey, the Vikings’ lord

Or Tialoc who brings Aztec reward

I think of them all as the rain tumbles down

Offering their gift to country and town.

The sound of the rain then lulls me to sleep

I wonder if you are now drifting deep

Into dreamland where lush green meadows unfurl

Thinking of me as part of your world.

I wake in the morning; it is raining still

I smile, rub my eyes, longing for my fill

Snuggling and cuddling right now in the light

Cradled in your arm; a lovers’ delight.